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Charlotte walked through the ruins of her home town dodging all of the dead bodies. She recognised one of them, it was the mail boy, the one she was deeply in love. A tear rolled down her cheek. His pale cheeks were ice cold as she ran her finger through his hair, it was full of dired bits of mud. She shook his body to she if he was still alive, she checked his pulse, but there was nothing. Why would nature do such a devastating thing, especially something she loved.She fell to the muddy ground knowing she was the only one alive. 'Why?' she screamed, 'Why?'.